SilverBullet
Torn out of tenderness the cesarean was gushed,
Slapped into the wilderness of this vane world.
The tender was gendered and called a male.
Thudded with expectations of the Spartan fame.
Childhood was lost in philosophical exploration.
Conjugal discourses in boyhood added his name.
Soon he realised, if he were to live he needs to survive,
Dreams are for insomniacs in this valued consumer sheep chain.
Responsibilities ate his age like cancer and hopes were crab pulled by societal norms.
Halfway through and
You'd find your silverbullet at a place called the heaven muttered someone even more hopelessly insane.
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